Sunday, 24 October 2010
R was able to finish the demanding 200m course under his own steam.
While poor W, who was swamped at the start line by overprotective parents, (trying to get their child into the best possible position prior to the starting hooter) lost his confidence and had to be guided around the course by Mummy's loving hand.
Both boy's received a medal and a bag of goodies!
After the marathon it was off to the local cafeteria for a much deserved Spanish Omelette for R and Chocolates for W.
Friday, 15 October 2010
A month or so back little W came up to me and said.
"Daddy, here is your camera"
"Where did you find it?" I asked.
"On the table" he replied.
"Where I left it?" I inferred.
"Yes!" he said with pride.
Upon the conclusion of the conversation he holds the camera with outstretched arms and as I reach out to take it from him, he lets go and before I have a firm hold, the camera falls to the parquet floor lens first ("oopps" he said.) with a cringing crack.
Now, this is not the first time the camera has been dropped, it has been dropped on numerous occasions but never while it was on and never with the lens out.
I quickly retrieved the camera from the floor, as if this very action might actually prevent the damage that has already been caused but alas the lens has an angle that could be best described as not exactly true.
Surprisingly the camera was still working and the lens would retract, even though it was a bit more of a struggle for the little machine.
I then had the brilliant idea that a little gentle persuasion would encourage the lens to find its true position again and all would then be righted. Unfortunately, this was not to be, as my so called gentle persuasion became rather less gentle as the lens proved more difficult to straighten than anticipated and my gentle persuasion had descended down the evolutionary ladder to brute force.
This extra applied pressure resulted in a best to be described as "SNAPPING" sound, which resulted in the lens taking on a mind of its own, depending on the angle at which you held the camera.
Our conversation resumes...
"Camera broken Daddy?" he implied.
"Yes W, camera broken" I replied.
"Daddy broke it?" he asked.
"Yes W, Daddy broke it" I replied.
"Daddy naughty...." he said with conviction.
Thursday, 10 June 2010
We enjoyed 7 short days of catchup, after nearly 7 years of virtualy nil contact,it was great to see them. It was interesting to watch R & W's reaction to these strangers. R's observation "Daddy they speak English!" or to William, who at first thought they were Grandma & Grandpa and then couldn't fathom out why they hadn't brought Xmas presents like Grandma & Grandpa and was most pertubed after extensive searching of the room, that there were none.
Here's a photo of the boys new summer look...the number 2...
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
We had lunch at a wonderful winery/restaurant in the O Rosal wine region...
R was a little champion. He walked all the way to the top and all the way back down again, very proud we were of that feat! W's little legs just couldn't keep up and was soon asking for Daddy's arms. Daddy's arms and back took a few days to recover but we all had a great day out and that night we had two very tired boys, who slept right through till morning! Mind you so did Mummy and Daddy!!!